“She’s probably not the only one.”“Yeah, well…”“Come in. Coffee? Lunch?”“Sure.”We talked. She asked questions. I asked questions. ...t was nice. I did my best to stop thinking dirty thoughts about her – she was family, after all – but it was… difficult. It didn’t help that she seemed sweet. Nice. She was too young for me, too. I felt like a dirty old man and I wasn’t even that old. Twenty or so years ahead of her, is all. Old enough, though. She surprised me again (that would become a theme with. “ohhh sirrr don’t stop, ohh fuck me please” I cried the pain subsiding and the pleasure taking over. He increased his speed and varied the length of stroke my pussy was slurping with my juices as his huge tool reached virgin places deep inside me.He pumped and pumped then slid his hands round to my tits and started mauling them, pinching my hard nipples, I got my feet back on the floor, lifted my body off the desk and pushed my arse back onto his cock “fuck me, fuck me” I said “cum in my pussy”. . the same stuff the police use. Now, to your feet, slut."Leading his charge out of the building, they exited at a trot onto a sand-covered beach bordered on one side by ocean, and the other side by palm trees. Tottering on the unfamiliar shoes, attempting to run in the soft sand, was a difficult task for Tulsa, causing a sheen of sweat to quickly form. Birds of various types called out to each other, while the warm tropical breeze brushed seductively over the naked slave's skin. Not having. For a woman of 48 she was in good nick. Her blonde hair was always tied back in a neat bun. She had a slender neck, narrow shoulders and i guess her tits were about a 36d, although in need of a bit of support these days. Her legs were well proportioned and she stood about 5'7. She had tears in her eyes and when she spoke, her voice faltered slightly, which was unusual for her. "Barry's Gone back to his mothers" she said. Barry being her husband. "For good I think". I asked why, believing that.